office. Tell Hans Off and then come down.”
Bosch told Locke to sit in the chair behind the desk while he chose to stay standing. Through the window behind the psychologist, Bosch saw the press gathering into a tight group in preparation for a briefing by someone from media relations.
“Don't touch anything,” Bosch said. “What're you doing here?”
“I came as soon as I heard,” Locke said. “But I thought you said you had the suspect under surveillance.”
“We did. It was the wrong guy. How did you hear?”
“It's all over the radio. I heard it while I was driving in and came right here. They didn't put out the exact address but once I got to Carmelina this wasn't hard to find. Just follow the helicopters.”
Edgar slipped into the room then and closed the door.
“Detective Jerry Edgar, meet Dr. John Locke.”
Edgar nodded but made no move to shake his hand. He stayed back, leaning against the door.
“Where've you been? We've been trying to find you since yesterday.”
“Vegas.”
“Vegas? Why'd you go to Vegas?”
“Why else, to gamble. I'm also thinking about a book project on the legal prostitutes that work in the towns north of—look, aren't we wasting time here? I'd like to view the body in situ. Then I could give you a read on it.”
“Body's already moved, Doc,” Edgar said.
“It is? Shit. Maybe I could survey the scene and—”
“We've already got too many people up there right now,” Bosch said. “Maybe later. What do you make of bite marks? Cigarette burns?”
“Are you saying that's what you've found this time?”
“Plus, it wasn't a bimbo from the sex tabs,” Edgar added. “He came here, she didn't come to him.”
“He is changing quickly. It appears to be complete disassembling. Or some unknown force or reason compelling his actions.”
“Such as?” Bosch asked.
“I don't know.”
“We tried to call you in Vegas. You never checked in.”
“Oh, the Stardust? Well, coming in I saw the new MGM had just opened and decided to see if they had a room. They did. I was there.”
“Anyone with you?” Bosch asked.
“The whole time?” Edgar added.
A puzzled look came over Locke's face.
“What is going—”
He understood now. He shook his head.
“Harry, are you kidding?”
“No. Are you, coming here like this?”
“I think you—”
“No, don't answer that. Tell you what, it would probably be best for all of us if you know your rights before we go any further. Jerry, you got a card?”
Edgar pulled out his wallet and from it took a white plastic card with the Miranda warning printed on it. He started reading it to Locke. Both Bosch and Edgar knew the warning by heart but a departmental memo that was distributed with the plastic card said it was best practice to read directly from a card. This made it difficult for a defense attorney to later attack in court how the police administered the rights warning to a client.
As Edgar read the card, Bosch looked out the window at the huge clot of reporters standing around one of the deputy chiefs. He saw that Bremmer was there now. But the deputy chief's words must not have meant much; the reporter was not writing anything down. He was just standing to the side of the pack and smoking. He was probably waiting for the real info from the real guns, Irving and Rollenberger.
“Am I under arrest?” Locke asked when Edgar was done.
“Not yet,” said Edgar.
“We just need to clear some things up,” Bosch said.
“I resent the hell out of this.”
“I understand. Now, do you want to clear this trip to Vegas up? Was there anyone with you?”
“From six o'clock Friday until I got out of my car down the block ten minutes ago, there has been a person with me every minute of every day except when I was in the bathroom. This is ridic—”
“And that is who, this person?”
“It's a friend of mine. Her name is Melissa Mencken.”
Bosch remembered the young woman named Melissa who was in Locke's front office.
“The child-psych major? From your office? The blonde?”
“That's right,” Locke answered reluctantly.
“And she will tell us you were together the whole time? Same room, same hotel, same everything, right?”
“Yes. She'll confirm it all. We were just coming back when we heard about this on the radio. KFWB. She's out there waiting for me in the car. Go talk to her.”
“What kind of car?”
“It's the blue Jag. Look, Harry, you go talk to her and clear this up. If you don't make noise about me being with a student, I won't make a sound